Sandra breathed heavily, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. Suddenly, the ceiling was glaringly white, incredibly bright in the morning light. The sun was too bright outside and she knew it was past her usual morning. Sighing, she slowly slid her legs together, ignoring the urge to go clean up as the sticky substance between her thighs only flowed.
“You’re so pretty when you do that, you know,†That raspy, velvety voice that she so missed sighed happily.
The blonde placed a kiss on her forehead before lying down beside her with a giggle. She had shed the strap-on from her body already and let it fell uselessly to the brunette’s nightstand— she or they would clean it later.
Sandra rolled her eyes, “Not as pretty as you are doing it,†She argued, shooting her a cheeky smile.
Which was the truth: nothing was as beautiful as the blonde when she had that pretty nude dildo strapped around her waist. Not when she would loosen her hair and it would cup her pert breasts, accentuating them beautifully. Or when she would slide Sandra’s legs around her waist and thrust inside of her, her baby blue eyes glued to the spot – an addictive gaze, a tiny moan escaping her lips as if she were the one who was taking in the sex toy. And when she began thrusting within Sandra without abandon, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, Sandra could’ve sworn that she was an actual goddess.
“You don’t have to do that.” Sandra sunk back on the pillows underneath her as she left out a groan, the blonde wasn’t beside her anymore, but she was in between her legs already, “You know I am still so sensiti – ugh fuck.” She moaned, eyes closed as she felt the hot tongue of the blonde licking her up, in the way she wanted to be licked, and in the way the blonde knew would make the brunette mad crazy.
“But I want.” The blonde murmured, her eyes looking up, all shining and full of mischief as she watched the brunette taking the sensation, “God, I so love your wet pussy.” She added before she went on to lick her again.
“I love how you fuck me.” The brunette jested.
“Pretty sure you say that to everyone who fucks you.”
“Oh my God.” Sandra laughed, “How did you know?”
“Just shut up so I can eat you out right.” The blonde hissed, her hand reaching up to twist the brunette’s nipple, “So pretty and wet for me,†She added sexily, mumbling against her wet skin.
The pads of her fingers dipped in between the brunette’s legs, taking a slow stroke up her slit. Sandra could see her hips jumping at the contact—witnessed the shiver that shook her body at her touch. How this certain blonde ended up inside her bedroom – she didn’t actually know. All she remembered was her in the hospital, then she drove to the bar; green and red lights dancing around like the northern lights. She just wanted to get drunk last night, but then the blonde came – offering to buy her a drink which she refused. But when she woke up that dawn, – with no knowledge how did she go home, the blonde was on her bed, naked like her.
“I’ve been fucking you for hours now but you are still so fucking tight. God you feel so –”
“Sssh.” Sandra cut her off when her phone rang.
The brunette sat up, the blonde still between her legs, occasionally licking her up. Sandra looked down, gestured her to shut up as she answered her phone. “Yes, good morning.” She greeted, “What do you need?” She asked, rolling her eyes, exasperation evident on her face, “Well, go home. I still want to sleep.” And with that she ended the call.
“Who was that?”
Sandra sighed as she dropped her phone on the bedside table, “No one.”
“Is this the part where I should take my clothes and hide because your boyfriend or girlfriend is outside your house?” The blonde asked.
“Well, you know what? I’ll pay you.” Sandra got up from the bed, “What’s your name again?”
“Really?” The blonde laughed, “You asked for my name last night.”
“I forgot last night.”
“I’m Stacey.”
“Well, Stacey my ex-girlfriend is outside. I want you to act as my new girlfriend. Go open the door and let her come in. Give her water or coffee and wait for me to go down. And oh, she’s a blonde too.”
“Now I know your preference.” Stacey, the blonde woman she met at the bar last night, cackled. “What do I get if I do that for you?”
Sandra picked up a ponytail, stood naked in front of Stacey as she fixed her hair, “You get to have a 100 dollar after and you get to meet Cate Blanchett.”
“You’re joking.” Stacey shook her head, her eyes glued shamelessly to the brunette’s tits, “Cate Blanchett the actress? That hot australian? Are you even friends with her? Does she know you?”
Sandra gave her a smile, “She’s outside waiting.” She jested with a smirk.
And Stacey’s eyes widened when the realization hit her. Good shit.
—–
“Hey.” Stacey greeted as she opened the door, her hair messy as she wore Sandra’s shirt to which Cate was so familliar with. “How can I –” She paused and acted surprise as if she didn’t know that she was ahout to meet the Cate Blanchett, “What are you – I mean, hi. How can I help you?”
The look on Cate’s face was a painting of shock and confusion. This could not be. She gripped the bouquet she was holding with her right hand even tighter as she looked and studied Stacey’s state.
“Is Sandr –”
“Baby?”
Cate held her breathe as she heard the brunette’s voice on the background and in just a minute, she watched – breathlessly and painfully at the same time – as Sandra walked down the stairs while tying her robe.
“Cate Blanchett is here.” Stacey confirmed when the brunette walked up to her by the door to give her a peck on the lips. “Are you expecting her? One of your patients?”
The brunette smiled at her hired girlfriend, “Oh, yes. Patient. One of my patients.” She then turned to look at Cate with a smile, “But I don’t remember us agreeing to meet? But anyway, how’s your foot?” She could have asked Cate to come in, to sit down on the sofa inside, but Sandra didn’t.
The blonde didn’t know how and what to react. Seeing the look of gleam on Stacey’s face and seeing how Sandra smiled at Stacey – the peck on the lips, the smiles; too much, too much for a heart that still hoped. Cate gave them a smile, suddenly anxious in front of Stacey and her ex-girlfriend. The bouquet that she was holding and the pink gift box that she held with her other hand suddenly felt hot – there was a fire starting and she just wanted to throw those away. Her eyes watered, yet, she stood up there, trying and refraining herself so hard not cry.
“Foot is fine.” The blonde spoke, the bouquet felt too heavy and she brought it up, waved it awkwardly along with the gift, “Just want to give tokens for you know,..” She shrugged, “…for treating my foot.” Cate jested as she put the bouquet and the gift box on the side of the door, “Thank you, Doctor.” And with a nod, Cate started walking up to her parked car.
“She looks like she’s about to cry.” Stacey commented, rushing to the door, trying to watch Cate got into her car, “She looks like she wants to ask you aga –“
And Stacey was left. Before she could even finish her statement, Sandra walked out. Damn her tears. Why was she so hurt watching Cate walked out like that?
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